Phoenix Maplewood and way down we go

she does not reply, does not care to exchange more words. especially not when river runs like an absolute idiot, and she is left to push her muzzle to kitten's shoulder in brief comfort and wordless message - stay here - until she is off after the boy. 

his trail weaves and bobs until somehow he's given her the slip; she seeks to track him further until realizing his trail veers in the general direction of the plains - he must have gone back the way he came. she cannot run after the boy when the pack remains to be made wary, and so with foreboding she leaves the scent trail and returns the way she's come, only to disperse back to the plains as the two groups part uneasily and with lingering tensions that mean that now, at least, they are enemies.